Born into a christain family i still rebell against its religion but refuse the devil too. My existence is a waste of oxygen, a walking poison, the kind of poison that hurts me instead of the people around me. I continue my day, school is a must go thesame way my parents see it essentail that i must get yelled at every day for merley just breathing. I am used to all of this, one day it will go away, one day ill be free. Walking through the crowed halls of chwiaten high, i see red for anger, green for depression and blue for sucide, all these colors are leeping out of every human that i can see. What a great start. The only joy i can feed on is my the lustful crush i have on the not so popular white kid in my class but as i recall, i tried texting him, to get to know him more but i kept seeing red, the anger he had because i was texing him, red as his angras increased, he later denied ever looking at me. I had to accept that, maybe i was just not atracttive enough, i know deep down that because of my skin color i am looked down on by the world at large, my fellow humans grace me with looks of discust were ever i go, my skin is my only hinderance. Im 5 feet 8 inches, my body is that of an hourglass and i am both light skin in parts of my body and dark skinned in the other parts of my body. My features may be entising but my insecurities are endless. My first class, the class clown, that rat called jabel has already showed his dirty brown (empty headed) character, first calling me a house fly, with his other friends laughing along to his stubid tune. 3 of my other classes pass by like a normal day and now its lunch. Lunch at chwiaten high is different than lunch at the 7 other schools ive been to. Lunch time at chwiaten high, either jesus draws me up with a beam of shinning light with sparkels while angles sing or the devil swoops me to his kingdom with a dark mist that smelled of burnt flesh. i cant choose who i want to go with, "i was just allowed". I was in the ever noisy lunch room, while the principle gave anouncments with his raspy voice, i was eating greasy fried chicken that was probably made last week and microwaved today with fries that tasteed so stale and of course i didnt forget to take an apple since the lunch lady said i should. Then suddenly i couldn't here the annoying voice of the principle giving announcements that no ome cared about and every thing around me froze, including the fried chicken i was about to take a bite out of. It was the devil, in a blink of an eyes i was in a dark place and couldnt see anything at all, this was not new to me because i have lived this way all my life, i have lived at the becking call of either beings, good or bad. I started to walk and as i walked a picture slowley began to become visible, it looked like an art musiam but with only one artwork and nothing else. i crossed the red ropes that blocked people from getting close to the painting, as i looked closley at the painting i, it began to move as if it had life in it, i started hearing voices, it was as if people or beings of some sort were calling my name, calling me into the painting. I couldnt resist those voices, i stuck my hand out and touched the painting the dark painting started pulling me in slowley, it was swallowimg me bit by bit, hand then leg then my head, now i had fully entered into the painting. I opened my eyes to see a garden and in a far away view i saw a city which looked liked it had technology that human minds are to small to even think of. The garden was unlike any other garden, the colors were more vibrant i cant even explain! My eye caught what looked like a bird, the flying animal way far away in the sky but as it got closet it got bigger and i could see its features clearly. The bird like creature had blue feathers like fish scales that looked like they were under water, a tail of a gecko and for a beak the mouth of a crocodile, it was as large as a plane and to it i looked like an ant. From the description i have given its certainly unlike anything that has ever existed on earth.